aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand i'm back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (cricket chirps loudly) what? no apluase? pssht, geez...

this chapters lyrics!

Nagedasu kimochi Stop! mukiau kimi Respect!
I'll stop feeling like I want to abandon it all! I'll face you with respect!

well, go ah ne XDDD the next chapter is one line from the first chorus ne!!!! (jumps up and down and dances around with confetti and ribons) i always wanted to write this, and now i''m getting closer to realizing my dream 8D (is a very dramatic person)

last chapter mighta been a bit harsh on hana's reincarnation, but i just wanted to get it so you know its not hanatarou for real ne, and what everbody feels about it when they look at him. they dont exactly like him .. and rukia feels guilty so she hates em all the more.

anywaysies, on to the next wonderful(snorts and laughs) chapter!!!!

and thankyou to my one faithful reviewer, Shichimaru Gin!!!! and the crowd goes wild!!!! thanks a bunch for reviewing ne XDD maybe in about four chapters i'll insert a little joke i made up. if it doesnt take that long for this to move forward that is. cross your fingers!!!! or not...

School went off without a hitch, and so far no one had attempted to beat him up even once. Thats a new record for him. And thankfully last night, nothing bad had happened. bad being, Hollows, getting beat up, or any more attacks. This was good, he reminded himself. The halls were still as crowded as the day he had met Ichigo, and the same chitter chatter still filled the halls with a loud ring. The familiarity of it was refreshing and calming compared to the last two days of hell. He didnt see Ichigo once.

The class room was full, and again it was refreshing to him. no Hollows, no talking plush dolls, no ginormous boobed girls, and no insane strawberry boy with some sort of anger issues. Just...normal. When that thought entered his mind, Hanatarou felt his contented joy seep away while dismay took its place. No more Ichigo. Maybe he was just getting yelled at, thats why he wasn't here. That had to be it.

Hanatarou sat in his seat and waited for the teacher to come in, listening to the chatter and feeling slightly awkward in the midst of it all. Any other day he'd slap himself for even letting the ginger haired teen's absence get to his happy mood. But...something felt terribly off without him. After almost fourteen and a half hours being around Ichigo non stop, he felt almost naked without his company. Must be from all the worry and fear he'd been experiencing, because after all, only Ichigo could possibly help him and make things better, but now that he wasn't here, he felt nervous of any threats to come.

"Okay class, open your textbooks to page three hundred and four."

Two days later, and still no Ichigo. No one even seemed to know who he was actually, which seemed very wrong to him. After a third day, he'd gotten terribly lonely and that feeling of awkwardness had increased to the point where sleeping wasn't even possible. So, he decided to visit the clinic he had been in when he had woken up after his attack. It wasn't ominous in any way, yet to the short teen (who knew next to nothing about anyone there) it was like walking to his grave. With a gulp, Hana walked around to the door to knock on it, hoping to heaven Ichigo answered and not someone else.

His prayer wasn't answered as a boy around his age with glasses answered the door, frowning at him. Even though the teen had a sewing kit in his hand, and a frilly looking pink fabric was clasped in his hand, he still managed to appear threatening and imposing.

"Yes?" The teen asked irritably.

Hantarou felt himself shrink back and began to fiddle with his gray jacket sleeve nervously. "U-U-Um...i-is Ichigo there?" He stammered, trying not to shake in his shoes.

The glasses glinted and slightly blocked the view of icy blue eyes as the dark haired teen raised an eyebrow. "And what do you need of him?"

Shaking only a little more, the smaller teen fumbled for a reason for his visit. He didnt know who this guy was, but he was damn scary. He ducked his head slightly and increased his fiddling to the point he was sure he'd ware away the fabric. Did he even have a reason? Of course he did. But he wasn't sure how he could tell this stranger about how much he missed the ginger haired teen and how nervous he was getting, could he? That'd seem like he was in love or something, when really he was just nervous and afraid of the things he had been seeing lately.

"I-I-I..."

"You what?"

"Ishida-kun, stop scaring people!" That was a familiar voice, and Hanatarou had never been so happy to hear it.

The ginger haired girl peeked over Ishida's shoulder and beamed when she saw Hana. "Oh, Hana-san! Its you!"

Ishida narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who?"

Inoue smiled, and pushed the taller male from the door, and dragged Hanatarou in by the neck of his jacket. "Its a friend of Kurosaki-kun's!"

"Kurosaki's friend?"

"Hmm!"

Briefly he wondered if he should be more formal with Ichigo, since everyone seemed to call him with an honorific. The thought was gone in seconds. The scent of cinnamon filtered around the living room, which he was seated in on a small cushion next to a low table. On the table lay the remains of Kon, with a small green round candy in a bowl. From the looks of it, so far the doll was close to its original state, it not still missing its tail and ears and a leg. Turning from the doll's lifeless body, he looked at the green candy, frowning. It had a skull on it. Somehow he was expecting it.

"Heres, some tea Hana-san!" Inoue said, setting a cup of hot green tea in front of him.

He smiled his thanks, but didnt touch it. Ishida sat at the other end of the table and continued to fix Kon's mangled body, not even glancing at him.

"So, were you looking for Kurosaki-kun?" The girl asked good naturedly.

Hana nodded, and kept his gaze on the tables glossy wooden surface. "I'm sorry, but he isn't here right now. He went back to soul society to report."

With a painful snap, he looked up at her and gaped, "What??"

Inoue continued smiling, "He'll be back in a few more days. You were worried cause he wasn't at school and no one remembered him ne?"

"Well...yeah."

"Its understandable." She smiled, sipping her own cup of tea.

Ishida had paused in his work and glanced at Hanatarou curiously, "How do you know Kurosaki?"

Hana blinked and paused to think of how to explain it. "He...saved me from a Hollow, then helped me when I had a few attacks."

Both blinked in curiosity and leaned forward, the teen actually setting down his needle and thread to focus his attention on him. "Oh????????"

The small teen laughed nervously, "W-Well, yeah. why?"

Both shook their heads, eyes still wide with interest and went back to what they were doing. "I-Iie. Nothing."

"Ah..."

"Would you like some cinnamon rolls? Ishida-kun made them before." Inoue offered cheerfully.

Hanatarou frowned then smiled a small smile. "Sure."

"Ooh you'll love them, Ishida-kun is a good cook!!!"

Not surprising he thought. He was sewing a mangled and destroyed doll back to perfect condition with only a small kit, why shouldn't he be able to cook well? The scent was wonderful, and when the rolls were brought out, looking like something you'd see in an advertisement, he felt his mouth water. Inoue handed him a plate with three rolls on it, covered in gooey white frosting. The moment he bit into it, he became addicted and quickly devoured the rolls he'd been given. Inoue chuckled while Ishida blushed slightly with pride.

"So...good!!!" He sighed happily.

"Take some with you then Hana-san." The girl said with a smile.

"If its okay with you."

"Its no problem. Ishida makes them every Thursday."

"Inoue, dont tell him! Now he'll come back again!"

He only stayed long enough for Inoue to give him a bag of rolls, as he needed to get home to his granny. On his way out, Hanatarou found himself in a much better mood than he had previously been in. The sun was setting, and the sky was dyed a lovely red color, one that was less cheerful might say was blood red. He on the other hand, found it more of an amber color rather than red. Hana decided he liked Ishida and Inoue, as they were pleasant enough, and friendly. They were people he liked being around. In the distance, he could see his house, getting closer by the minute. Maybe now he'd be able to sleep.

Almost at once as he pushed the front door open he was greeted by his granny who smiled cheerfully. After the last few days, she was more than happy to see some form of contentment in his eyes. The scent of home made ramen filtered through the room, and Hana chuckled inwardly. Even though his granny was sixty five she still ate like she was forty, despite how her doctor warned her not to. The warning didnt keep her from eating junk food in the least.

"Oh, Hanatarou, your back! Its about time!!" She called from her spot in the kitchen doorway.

"Ah, sorry gramma. I was at a friends house. They gave me cinnamon buns ne!" He replied happily, showing her the pink handkerchief wrapped bowl of rolls.

The old woman smiled widely when she heard the friends part. Hana had always been an outcast at school, so she was glad he had been getting along. She hurried along to serve dinner, and set it on the dining room table. Dinner was always a quiet affair, as not much was to be said except asking how the others day was. Once finished, the small teen went to his room to study and then go to bed. The first option wasn't seeming to work to well. So he skipped to his all time favorite activity! One would think he'd be overweight with how much he slept, but really, running for his life from bullies kept him in shape.

Sleep came fast, blindingly so. It was the first time in a few days that he felt safe enough to sleep.

"You hand-drew it?! Hows that gonna help us?!"

"Hey, its better than nothing!"

He listened mutely as the two argued over something stupid. How were they to get anywheres if all they did was argue? Obviously they weren't going anywhere now, if they couldn't even figure out what to do. They were incompatible, alongside the fact that they knew nothing of Soul Society. It was fools luck that they got this far without being captured and killed by now. He had to give them that. But that didnt mean they'd get any farther. How could they if they didnt know where they were going? He stopped his inner criticism when he heard their destination.

"The white tower? Then that must be the Shrine of Pentinence, and you must be looking for Rukia-san." He said in disbelief.

This was the human boy Rukia-san kept talking about? How could he help at all? But...he could, right? He had to be able to.

"I can get you to Rukia-san." He murmured.

Without warning or even thought he had screwed himself over. But then again, didnt he always? Just this time would be more of an impact. He'd be a traitor, and mostly be put to death for aiding the ryoka. But it didnt matter. Rukia was to die soon, and he had to do something to save or help her. Even if this would be really bad for his career.

School went by quickly to him, yet slow at the same time. The bully who usually waited up for him, he believed his name was Raku, had gone home sick earlier that morning. That was another good point he reminded himself. Ever since Ichigo had come and left things seemed to alternate from bad, really bad, slightly okay, to fabulously pain free and wonderful. A very odd little miracle he mused. The sun was still out, shining happily down on him. Peaceful was the month of April he thought, even if it was his most dreaded month. But really, why shouldn't he hate it? He was mercilessly picked on on his birthday. Nothing to angst about though he reminded himself.

As he walked down the street, he remembered his granny had asked him to pick up some groceries. Normally Hanatarou despised this little chore, but then again it was a necessity of life and today was just to nice to be angry. He made his way to the store, and sighed in annoyance at the list he now held in his hand. Who would eat half the stuff she wanted? He sure wouldn't come down for dinner if this was the case. He was half way through the dairy aisle when a painful wave of cold and shivers descended upon him. Dropping the milk carton he was holding, Hana brought his hands to his arms to grasp them tightly.

W-What? What was going on?!

"What...what happened before?" He whispered.

Rukia glanced at Inoue who nodded before saying, "You were having an allergic reaction to a Hollow."

Hanatarou suddenly felt cold, though he didnt know why. The shivering increased before he had to wrap his arms around himself to keep from moving to much. The bed was shaking as well. He didnt like this, it was like something was dumping ice water on him. Ichigo walked quickly over to the pale boy, clearly worried about the teen.

"Hanatarou? Whats wrong?" He asked, shaking the boy.

Suddenly his cell phone went off, and he looked down at it. A Hollow.

No...not possible. A Hollow here?! But Ichigo wasn't here to take care of it! The cold sensation turned frigid and he found that even the simple act of breathing made searing waves of agony shoot through him. This...this hurt so bad! What was he supposed to do?! Hana glanced around, noticing the looks of worry on peoples faces as his breath came out in harsh pants and his skin paled, leaving his lips the faintest blue color. He wasn't to worried about them, rather he was looking to see if the Hollow was near by in range of his vision. He spotted it out through the sky light in the roof, watching him with a sick grin. Suddenly the cold increased until just existing began to hurt.

The creature chuckled, easily heard through the thick glass layers. Hantarou felt his body seize up and his eyes widen impossibly. No...no! That thing was going to eat him! He didnt know how he knew, but something jut screamed death by consumption of an evil monster in Hana's mind. All to quickly, the glass cracked and the Hollow lunged at him with its hideous grinning mouth, full of two rows of sharp sharp teethe.

"NO!" He heard himself yell.

He heard gasps of shock, some full of fear. He felt no contact, no more cold, no more pain. He did feel ill though. Opening his eyes nervously he was surprised to see that a man with a strange hat and green kimono top was standing off to the side of him with a cane in his hand. His eyes were shadowed, but he could clearly see a smile.

"I'd take out your sword if I was you." He advised with a slight sing song tone.

Hana frowned and looked forward to see the Hollow smashed into a food rack two aisles away, marking its path with a trail of destroyed aisles. The thing was up all to quickly, and he took out the sheathed zanpakuto from his waist, guarding the large set of teeth that were trying to impale him. He pushed them away with difficulty and watched as the Hollow skidded away a few feet and backed up, holding the sword tightly and panting. He was about to pull up his sword to defend himself as the Hollow jumped at him again, when a familiar figure sliced in in half. The Hollow screamed before dissapearing, and Hanatarou watched in a mixture of relief and fear as none other than Ichigo turned to scowl at him.

He knew he should be more afraid but...he wasn't.

gasp! to much drama maybe ne XDD

yeah thats urahara, and yes he'll be in this just as much as hitsugaya and matsumoto are (rolls eyes). thats close to only five times if nothing else comes up. but yeah. hana is allergic to hollows and he'll go all "i see dead people(pants and you can see his breath)" XDDD not like that though. whenever they're near, much like the reiatsu thing, he'll sense it and it'll over power him since he's naturally only human. so its like (in theory i guess) touching a ghost, he gets very cold. the previous hollow wasnt hadnt been that close, so he didnt have such a bad reaction as this time. this time he could hardly move ne. any random questions will be answered in due time. and it'll make more sense ne. ne, dont yell if the quotes arent exactly right...i saw that episode like for days ago, my memory aint that good XDD call it foreshadowing of a sucky author ne.

this may sound kinda shounen aish, but the only reason he's getting nervous is cause how would you feel if you got attacked by a monster, went through an attack of allergic proportions, then went to school and noone even knew who your only real line of defense/all knowing guru was? yeah...that XDDD

in bleach alota people use honorifics(which is normal o.o) but in this hana doesnt ne. not yet anyways...he will later on XDD this is better than my first attempt at this chapter i spose. anyways, i'll leave ya alone now.